Holofernes Head

Wearing through my skirt hem
God, what an awful year
Weave a wicker basket
Never gonna leave you here

Underneath the canopy when the morning comes
Clear as you clutch the cord, your heavens hum

Consult the psalter in your upper room
Get me a washcloth to clean the wound
When you grit your teeth then, your heavens heave
I'll try to hide my heart from my bloody sleeve

Bring you wine and oil and you touch my neck
What a morning after, I couldn't even guess

I will never ask you how the warm hilt held
When I finally hold you by the dried-up well



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Writer(s): Leon Hedstrom
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